The desert was an annoying son of a bitch. It was probably the one terrain which Evrae hated the most, and on top of that... wait, no, that was about it. He just hated it with a burning passion comparable to the sheer force of a thousand cows filled with TNT exploding simultaneously in a square inch of each other. Come to think of it, that was a rather creepy analogy. Where he pulled that from his ass, he may never know. Oh well.
"Wake up in the morning, and I raise my weary head..."
He sang in a regular voice, although there was no body around. Maybe just over that dune he'd find the border of this desert, of the village so he could get some water. Or maybe even an oasis, who knew!
"Got an old coat for a pillow, and the earth was last night's bed..."
Argh, the desert sucked horribly. He tripped on a small rock sticking out of the ground, slamming his sweating face into the blistering hot sand, sighing- it felt cooler than his skin. Pulling himself back up, he continued trekking and singing.
"I don't know where I'm going, only god knows where I've been..."
Evrae continued to the top of the sand dune, looking down to see nothing but more sand, as well as one person walking. There he stood for a few moments, attempting to make sure of whether or not this was a mirage- when he was satisfied, he picked up his pace, continuing to sing to himself, his voice having severely quieted down now.
"I'm a devil on the run, a six-gun lover, a candle in the wind!"
The red-haired boy's voice had picked up from its almost whiny sound to a now assertive and direct sound, confident that this wasn't a mirage. Soon, he stopped singing all together as he heard the other man talking to himself as well. A smirk on his face, Evrae caught up to the man, listening to his words.
"If someone is out there for me to meet, they had better be interesting. Not insane, not generically evil. Entertaining. You got it?"
"Sure, but only if you entertain me, too!"
Evrae joked to the man, breathing a bit heavily as he had begun to run, his pores no longer causing him to sweat. The desert was a weird place- the more alone you were, or at least thought you were, the more danger you were actually in. Since now the blue-eyed boy had found someone else, someone he could communicate with while they both trekked out of the desert, perhaps he would be able to keep his sanity.
"I'm Evrae Altana."
He held out his hand, although introductions were not the first thing on his mind. Rather, what was... where was the wind? Argh.